5 TIMES ANNABETH NEEDED A FRIEND: and one time she had one
Annabeth is an underestimated. There's almost no stories that isn't percabeth. I love percabeth but
Annabeth angrily stomped away. The wind blew her golden curls in her face, but Annabeth didn't care. She was running away. Well, walking away from the only home she ever knew. But Annabeth was not turning back. She wanted better, and she deserved better. Seven year old Annabeth was stubborn. She was also very observant.
She sees monsters. Everywhere. Chasing her, watching. And still her father does nothing. Vut thats not the worst part. The worst part, was he knows.
He told Annabeth that's silly and keeps walking. Denying that his daughter is anything that he didn't want. Denying her special case altogether.
And it was quite clear she was her mother's daughter.
Annabeth was clever and caught on easily. She was resourceful, practical, and efficient. Qualities most seven year olds don't have. However stubbornness and pride seemed to overcome her, because she walked out in nothing but her pajamas and a hammer.
Annabeth listed everything she could do with a hammer, then brought it.
Annabeth hummed to herself, until she saw something.
Annabeth has seen those before. Monster.
Annabeth ran. She didn't dare look behind her, her small feet thumping against the ground.
A pair of hands were put on her shoulders, Annabeth stopped and screamed. She frantically moved her head side to side, turning to face the monster.
Annabeth whimpered and clutched the hammer in her hands tightly. A fiery demon was in front of her, fangs shining, and a joker like grin on its face. (Its an empousa)
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Aren't you a little young to be out on your own?" the demon smiled and twirled Annabeth's golden locks on her fingers.
Annabeth felt herself tense as the demon's cold nails traced her jawline, a small animal like sound escaping her lips.
The empousa took a step back inspecting her claws. "You'll be a delightful treat." she whispered, still grinning like a maniac. The empousa faced Annabeth, and pounced.
Annabeth screamed and thrust the hammer at the empousa's ugly face.
The force knocked the empousa backwards, blood trickling from it's now misshapen nose.
The empousa was no longer smiling. A low growl escaped the empousa swollen mouth.
"You'll pay for that missy!"
Annabeth ran. Without thinking twice she started to run. She glanced behind her and saw the empousa rapidly gaining on her a crawl like run.
Annabeth looked at her surroundings. And that's when she saw a dense patch of trees so close together she could barely pass through. And she sprinted right towards it.
She held her breathe and snuck through the narrow opening.
Not a moment soon after Annabeth heard and felt the force of the empousa throwing itself against the trees.
Annabeth started to work fast. Using the nail remover on the hammer, she chopped a poece of bark off and sharpened it.
The empousa hissed and screeched as if emerged between the trees. It lunged and Annabeth pushed the dagger as hard as she could at the empousa's chest. And with one final yell of anger, it became nothing but dust.
Maybe Annabeth should've felt victorious. Give a small cheer or laughed with relief.
Instead, she cried. In fact, she wailed and bawled because she just killed someone. And now she was sure monsters existed. Not evil people, but the real. Fangs, claws, and all.
Annabeth cried because it was only her. She knew loneliness, but this was more dispair. Annabeth wanted someone to embrace her, and tell her it's ok. She wanted someone tp love her.
Annabeth stopped suddenly hearing voices in the distance.
She walked away from the patch of trees and towards the bushes. The voices were loud now.
Annabeth suddenly felt fuled. Adrenaline empowered her once again. She lifted her mighty hammer and shouted "NO MORE MONSTERS!"
Hehe get the reference? This was really short the next one will be longer. Okay hope you enjoyed the first chapter! If anyone has suggestions feel free to share.
See you next chapter!
-warriornerd